She Came To My Concert

Zhu Wenshu nodded: "Good morning."

"teacher……"

Ling Siyuan said in a low voice, "Are you still angry?"

"The teacher is really angry."

Zhu Wenshu squatted down and looked at him, "How can a good boy lie to the teacher?"

The little head in front of him drooped.

"I know I was wrong..."

"If you know you're wrong, you can't just rely on your words, you have to do what you say."

Zhu Wenshu said, "The teacher wants to see your actions."

"I see……"

Zhu Wenshu had other things to deal with, so he didn't tell Ling Siyuan any more.

But all day long, she still didn't reply to Ling Chen's message.

Another day passed.

When Zhu Wenshu came to school again, although she would still think of that incident when she saw Ling Siyuan's face, she was not so angry anymore.

After teaching the two classes energetically, she returned to the office to deal with chores.

There was a very complicated form for teaching and research activities, and she didn't know how to fill in a few places, so she took the paper and asked Teacher Wang.

Teacher Wang just came back from get out of class and confiscated a student's mobile phone, and was sitting on his seat playing with it.

As soon as Zhu Wenshu passed by, he happened to see Mr. Wang swiping open the screen, and the lock screen lit up.

——It’s Ling Chen’s stage photo.

The heavy industry-style stage only left a bunch of dim follow-spot lights, and the hardness and softness blended into the background.

The man in the picture is sitting on a high stool, with one leg stretched obliquely and the other half bent, his left hand resting casually on the microphone stand, his head slightly lowered, leaving only a profile for the camera.

Like the composition and color of medieval oil paintings, and the language of the lens revealing pious love, it should have set off the atmosphere of whispering and singing.

But there was a piece of red silk tied to his wrist, which fluttered in the wind, like a red tassel with teeth and claws, flying across the front of the camera, making the side face flamboyant and enthusiastic.

"Oh, these little girls."

Teacher Wang murmured, "I started dreaming at a young age, so what happens when I grow up."

Zhu Wenshu's gaze rested on the photo for a moment.

I have to admit that this photo is very shocking, and it fully reflects Chen's brilliance.

"Congratulations teacher?"

Teacher Wang noticed that Zhu Wenshu had been standing beside her for a while, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, this form, I want to ask you how to fill it out."

"Oh, let me see."

After filling out the form under the guidance of Teacher Wang, Zhu Wenshu returned to his seat.

The phone rang for a while, and it was a parent who sent her a lot of messages asking her something.

After replying to the parent, Zhu Wenshu scrolled through the message list to see if there was any message he missed.

But I saw that the dialogue with Lingchen was still two days ago.

Thinking of the lock screen photo he saw just now, Zhu Wenshu snorted softly.

What a big star?

Can a big star not apologize?

Can a big star just say "Are you home" and pretend nothing happened?

Zhu Wenshu didn't look at his phone any more, hugged the homework aside and started grading.

Yesterday's homework was still copying new words, and the correction was very fast.

Ten minutes later, Zhu Wenshu turned to Ling Siyuan's homework.

I don't know if he understands that he has made the teacher angry, and he writes his homework very seriously.

It's just his handwriting, no matter how serious it is, it's a bit hard to describe.

Zhu Wenshu sighed, turned back, his eyes suddenly moved.

Ling Siyuan was next to the last few copied characters, and wrote in immature handwriting——

Guarantee:

I wish the teacher, I was wrong.

I promise I will never lie to you again or make you angry.

Please forgive me and don't be angry anymore.

As for the final signature, after the "Guarantor:", except for the crooked "Ling Siyuan".

Followed by the word "Lingchen" which is out of place.

Chapter 21

When the get out of class is over, there are always children coming and going in and out of the office, complaining for a while, crying for a while, the teachers coax them around, and the whole room is as lively as a vegetable market.

But Zhu Wenshu's class has just started art class, and the children are probably still immersed in the joy of doing handicrafts. No one comes looking for trouble, and she is very leisurely.

Thus, such a picture appeared——

Zhu Wenshu would open Ling Siyuan's homework every time he wrote the lesson preparation content for a while.

Then he lowered his head, put the back of his hand against his lips, and tried hard not to laugh out loud.

But after a while, someone still discovered the clue.

"Mr. Zhu, what have you been laughing at?"

"what?"

Zhu Wenshu pursed his lips and suppressed the curvature of the corners of his mouth, "It's nothing, I was thinking about the cross talk I heard yesterday."

"...You really like listening to cross talk."

Zhu Wenshu didn't answer any more calls, but it was difficult to completely break away from the current state.

The main thing is the comparison of Ling Chen and Ling Siyuan's extremely different handwriting that day, but Zhu Wenshu couldn't help himself to make up the picture.

She didn't think that Ling Chen would sit beside Ling Siyuan honestly, instruct him to write a letter of guarantee, and then sign his name solemnly.

The picture that involuntarily appeared in my mind was that this morning Ling Siyuan packed her schoolbag and prepared to go to

Going to school, Ling Chen sneakily dug out his homework book, then sneakily signed his name on the back, and put it back without anyone noticing.

Zhu Wenshu always felt that this was something Ling Chen could do.